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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, Talia Hale Additional Tags: 12 Days of Sterek, Pre-Slash, Snowed In, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mentions of Scott - Freeform, and Lydia, sleeted in actually, because it’s California Summary:

Stiles settled back onto the loveseat where he had been glued all evening. “What are you reading?”

Derek looked up, still managing to appear startled even though Stiles knew he’d been aware of his every move.

“I knew we had a journal that mentioned a kelpie. If this was the most recent sighting near Beacon Hills, it was around the same time of year, which could mean something.”

Stiles chewed on the end of his pen as he flipped back through his own notes. “Cool. Whose journal?”

Derek swallowed. “My mom’s.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Derek Hale is Good at Feelings, Post-Nogitsune, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Guilt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Hopeful Ending, Catharsis, Cabin Fic, Winter, 12 Days of Sterek, here is 2k words of stiles having feelings Summary:

When it’s all said and done, Stiles ends up in the old Hale cabin in northern Washington.

Derek is waiting for him.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Merman Stiles Stilinski, sailor Derek Hale, Boats and Ships, 12 Days of Sterek, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Christmas, Christmas Fluff Summary:

Being a sailor- isolated from people, alone at sea- is never easy, but it’s especially hard over the holidays, Derek wanted so badly to be home by Christmas but… it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: 12 Days of Sterek, Decorating the Tree, cooking together, Wrapping Presents, Idiots in Love, kiss, Christmas Story Summary:

Stiles really didn’t expect anything when the window opened. After all he was rather used to it by now, ever since Scott had been bitten by Peter (and even a bit before that, though Scott usually took the door), and a certain Sourwolf had turned to showing up once in a while, always climbing through that window.

He wouldn’t really admit that he actually liked these visits and that this was part of the reason why he kept his window open. Though.

But when Derek climbed in this evening - holding a basket of what looked surprisingly like… presents, he still did a double take.

What was the werewolf up to now?

“What…. the….?”, he began, rising an eyebrow, before he turned his chair and looked at him. “…okay…? What’s this?”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Sheriff Stilinski, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Other Hale Family Members Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Human, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf) Lives, Hockey Player Derek Hale, Social Media, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Road Trips, Major Character Injury, Illnesses, Hospitalization, Christmas, Christmas Presents, Pining, Mutual Pining, Sheriff Stilinski’s Name is John, Don’t copy to another site Summary:

Stiles answers an ad on the rideshare board at school for someone looking for a ride home to Beacon Hills for the holidays. What are the odds that it’s Derek Hale, the guys he’s denied having a crush on since he was five years old. How bad could it be to spend a couple of days in the car alone with him be?

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it’s a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

Go to your current WIP. Find the seventh line on the seventh page and copy and paste seven sentences below. Then tag seven other writers to do the same.

I was tagged by @matildajones but since I don’t actually HAVE 7 pages of a WIP right now and since i am a RULEBREAKER and I haven’t been very active on this blog lately, have 7 sentences from 7 different WIPs instead. I’m also not gonna tell you what they’re about, maybe you can guess. 👀 (Or tell me which you’re most interested in seeing more of)

1. 

“It’s just for a few days,” Cora said. “And I know for a fact you signed up to be a dorm buddy for prospective freshmen. Boyd told me you had three high schoolers stay over last semester and that it absolutely wasn’t his idea and that he was kind of annoyed that you didn’t stop them from raiding his snacks while he was in class. So I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this.”

“First of all,” Derek said, “I restocked those, after he snapped at me a month later when I tried to grab a handful of his Doritos and he finally told me what Greenberg had done while I was also in class. I’m a dorm buddy, not a babysitter, for fuck’s sake. It’s not my fault Greenberg refused to leave the room once his parents dropped him off.”

2. 

Stiles did his best to ignore the worry that accompanied that thought: why was his blind date thoroughly engrossed in his book, rather than watching the door? He obviously wasn’t struggling with any nerves, which was fine. Good, even. One overthinker in a relationship was more than enough.

There was no indication of excitement, though, which made Stiles’s heart sink a little. Either Lydia hadn’t talked him up much, or she had, and this guy wasn’t particularly into it. That must’ve been the catch; Lydia had held onto this picture-perfect friend of hers, only pulling him out when times seemed sufficiently desperate.

3. 

Derek closed his eyes and drifted on the fringes of sleep, letting the darkness ebb and flow to the sound of the contents of Stiles’s pockets clinking, the zip of his hoodie, then of his jeans, as he let each fall to the floor.

Another moment, a soft breath of empty air, a hesitation that grew a little shorter each time, and Stiles was clambering into bed, his knees knocking Derek in the shins, his fingers digging into Derek’s ribs as he tumbled over him.

“Ow,” Derek said, out of habit.

“Shh, fuck,” Stiles said, thumping his elbow painfully against the wall as he wiggled under the sheets.

Derek moved his hand until his fingers brushed against cool skin - too cool, a part of his brain filed away, distantly connecting it to the rain he’d only registered in some back corner of his brain as he’d slept.

Stiles sighed and pushed his hand away, but only after Derek had tugged out the last tendrils of throbbing, bone-aching pain.

“You should stop doing that,” Derek said drowsily. “Last week it was your head, though, so I guess your mobility’s improving.”

4. 

Being a single dad was a lot easier when Derek still had his mom around to help out. That wasn’t the only reason he missed her, of course, or even the main one. But on days when he was particularly exhausted, or when Drew’s typically sweet nature suddenly turned sullen or angry for reasons Derek couldn’t get him to explain, his first impulse was still to reach for the phone.

He’d actually dialed a few times before remembering his mom wasn’t there anymore. He’d hung up, palms sweating, not sure if it’d be worse to hear an out of service dial tone or a stranger’s voice on the other end.

Relocating had seemed like a good idea at the time. He’d been born in Beacon Hills, and although they’d moved away when he was still in elementary school, he had fond memories of the summers there - the freedom of riding his bike around quiet neighborhoods, the sense of small town community and neighbors who watched out for each other.

5. 

Elite Supernatural Accommodations. Stiles isn’t sure whether it’s an advertisement, a boast, or an extension of the hotel’s name. Printed in neat block letters under the slightly pretentious script reading Harris Towers, it’s been the driving force behind Stiles’s entire life.

As he’s been regularly reminded since he was old enough to process and retain language, elves are inextricably tied to either their birthplace or their place of employment. For Stiles, they’re one and the same.

He’s a hotel elf. He says it out loud, to the sky shimmering with the first shreds of daylight, to test whether it feels any more fulfilling than it has for the last twenty-odd years.

6. 

Stiles toppled gracelessly into his chair when Derek’s broad back was turned, then casually leaned his chin on his hand and tried to look suitably thoughtful and attentive. “Let’s start with a few basic questions first, if you don’t mind.”

Derek nodded, sitting on the edge of his chair, hands clasped together on top of his knees.

“I’ll be taking notes, and if you’re okay with it, recording our conversation for reference.”

“Oh, I - sure. I guess that’s fine. I didn’t know that was a part of it. I thought this was - confidential?”

7.

“I actually saw it a couple of weeks ago,” Derek finally said, sliding two fingers into the front pocket of his tight jeans and withdrawing a tiny slip of paper. He unfolded it carefully and leaned across the desk to hand it to Stiles. Their fingers brushed, and Derek’s twitched sharply, as though he didn’t particularly like being touched. When he sat back, he settled a little more fully into his chair, tugging the sleeves of his soft, slightly oversized cardigan over his hands.

Stiles looked down at the scrap, which listed the name of his study and his email address. When he looked back up, not sure what he was supposed to do with it, Derek nodded at him.

“I tore it off then, and kept it with me for a while, trying to make up my mind.”

Derek and Stiles bump into each other at a small-town bar. Sparks fly.

Sterek road trip AU 

After graduating from college Stiles and Derek, best friends who both wish they were something more, road trip from California where they went to school, to New York City, where they both have jobs lined up.

They take the long way across the country, stopping at all the cheesy roadside attractions along the way.  Every time they stop Derek sends a post card and Stiles buys a little trinket and writes a note to go with it.

By the time they make it to New York Stiles hands Derek a backpack full of little souvenir and notes about his feelings for him and Stiles has a mailbox full of postcards from Derek telling him about his feelings for him.

They spend their first 2 days in New York locked in Stiles’ bedroom.  

impending | suddenlyatiger | 966 | Gen | 2018-09-01

John’s thought process halts so fast he can almost hear the sound of tires squealing.

prompt #11: “I’m pregnant”

He definitely noticed you. | newtypeshadow ( @newtypeshadow ) | 2,660 | Teen | 2018-08-23

Stiles was following the sounds of movement to the only open doorway when the screaming started. The man’s agonized cries were augmented by the sound of breaking bones. Stiles was through the doorway with his wand out before it occurred to him to be afraid, but by then it was too late.

Derek Hale—fifth year, walking wet dream, star quidditch beater, Gryffindor’s most eligible bachelor, and Stiles’s crush since first year—was curled up on the floor and turning into a wolf.

Derek was a werewolf.

Derek was a rampaging monster that killed people on the full moon…and he was looking right at Stiles. 

OR: the Hogwarts AU where Stiles follows Derek past the Whomping Willow and into the Shrieking Shack on the night of a full moon.

The Hunter-Jumper Connection | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire​ ) | 2,705 | Teen | 2018-08-15

Stiles is not expecting a male model in tall boots and breeches to emerge, smiling at him a little hesitantly, and he has to take half a second to remind himself to keep cool.

Death, taxes, and the dentist | NotThatIWillEverWriteIt ( @notthatiwilleverwriteit​ ) | 2,038 | Gen | 2018-07-15

There are three things in this world that no one likes, and Stiles is waiting for his appointment with one of them.

A Little Less Conversation | Lissadiane ( @lissadiane ) | 5,626 | Gen | 2018-08-03

Derek has learned to be a good Alpha in most of the ways that count. The problem is, now that he’s well-adjusted, safe, and happy, it’s time to turn his attention to the one thing he’s always sucked at: finding a nice, sweet Omega mate.

Lucky for him, Erica and Stiles have ideas on how to make that as painless as possible.

In which Derek Hale is a failwolf and somehow, ends up going speed dating.

The Accused | dr_girlfriend ( @drgrlfriend ) | 5,764 | Mature | 2018-08-04

“Remember when I thought I was in love with Kate, and she turned out to be a murderous hunter who killed most of my family and blinded me in the process?”

Erica’s voice was cautious. “Derek — what the fuck — of course I remember, how could you even ask? —”

“Well, my mate is worse,” Derek said flatly.

Between the Drinks and Subtle Things | yodasyoyo ( @yodas-yo-yo ) | 4,455 | Teen | 2018-08-07

He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.

“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”

Life, Interrupted | silver_etoile ( @believenthlie​ ) | 22,826 | Explicit | 2018-08-08

After an embarrassing break-up finds Stiles crashing on Scott’s couch, Stiles is supposed to be figuring out his life, not lusting after Scott’s gorgeous, but surly, neighbor. When real life catches up with him, Stiles will have to make a choice: move on or make the same mistakes all over again.

Study Aids | silver_etoile ( @believenthlie ) | 3,697 | Explicit | 2018-07-29

Stiles never thought this would actually happen. He’s been watching—not stalking—Derek for weeks, watching him sort through books, scribble things in his notebooks, look bored when talking to students asking for information. He’s never seen Derek shove anyone up against the shelf and suck a mark into their neck like he’s doing right now.

The Waterline Divides Us | thedaughterofkings ( @thedaughterofkings ) | 18,909 | Teen | 2018-07-19

Stiles isn’t trying to take away from Rapp’s pain here, but before he beamed down from the Daedalus, Derek was down to only yelling at Stiles sixty percent of the time, and twenty percent of their remaining lab shifts were spent giving Stiles looks that he’s almost certain were fond. He gets him coffee on their morning shifts together. Sometimes he waits for him for lunch. Any smiles Derek is throwing around should be for Stiles, not a dude who’s probably carrying at least ten hidden knives on his person.

Or -

The SGA doppelganger au

(Explicit, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf, 5.3k words, Complete)

Derek’s roommate is an asshole.

When he checks his phone after class, there’s a text message from Mike that just says, Going home for the weekend. Don’t let him have sex in my bed.

Derek snorts. Got it. One jizz-covered bed coming up. With bonus used condoms

The only response is an emoji finger flipping him off, so he tucks the phone back in his pocket and heads to his dorm.

Halfway there, his phone buzzes again, the long vibrations for an incoming call. He digs the phone out and accepts the call without really looking at the screen. “Hi, Mom.”

“Literally anybody could have been calling you from my phone,” his mother says, her voice amused.

“Only old people call,” Derek retorts, something in him relaxing at the sound of his mother’s voice. His alpha’s voice. Being three hours away for college has been great in some ways, but it does get lonely sometimes. “Cora would text me if she got your phone.”

He can practically hear her rolling her eyes and it almost makes him homesick. “Anyway. I was calling because Claudia said Stiles just left, so it’ll be a couple hours. One of you needs to text or call when he gets there so we don’t worry.”

“I know, Mom.” Derek tucks the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he pulls open the exterior door to his residence hall. “Don’t worry. I promise not to take him to an orgy or anything.”

“Hey, what happens at Berkeley stays at Berkeley,” his mother laughs. “I promise neither of us is going to ask any embarrassing questions about your weekend. We trust you.”

You mean decking? I’m pretty sure you mean decking.

“You punched me.” Derek looked shocked about this development from the dirty concrete floor. He wiped at his jaw and looked at his hand like he was expecting blood, but it’d only been a punch, and a human punch at that. Then the confusion turned to indignation. “You punched me?”

The surprise and outrage were almost more offensive than the original offense.

“What, never been punched by a human?” Stiles asked shittily, mockingly, shaking out his right hand. “First time for everything, you absolute douche.”

Derek rolled his eyes–rolled his eyes. “Punched, yes, suckerpunched, no.” He dabbed at his jaw again for some reason. “Have you been taking classes?”

That was probably rhetorical, but Stiles was feeling smug about decking an alpha werewolf, so he leaned into it.

“Yes, actually. With Lydia. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and the instructor thinks I’m an absolute delight.” At least someone did in this stupid town of hellhounds and werewolves. Douchebag werewolves. Who said insulting things to humans in a misguided attempt to get them to storm away from dangerous situations, and leave said douchebag werewolves to deal with danger and impending death alone. “Did you really think that would work?”

Derek dabbed at the inside of his lip with his thumb and it came away bloody, but the open wound had probably already healed before he hit the floor.

“Honestly? I was hoping it would.” He stood and brushed off his palms. “Self-defense classes don’t give you supernatural healing.”

He really wasn’t helping himself out much.

“It’s MMA,” Stiles corrected flatly. “And supernatural healing only gets you so far.” He’d personally see all kinds of horrific shit beat out supernatural healing, only to be fixed by good old human ingenuity, so Derek could take that old excuse and shove it up his human-rescued-at-least-fifteen-times ass. And that was all before they’d started doing whatever the fuck they were doing, so it was honestly ridiculous that he thought that old shtick would work now that Stiles had real skin in the game.

Derek sighed, tired. “Stiles–”

“No,” Stiles interrupted immediately, because he knew where that tone of voice was going and it only pissed him off even more. “If you think you can trick me into leaving you here to fight off two-headed vampires on your own, then you are actually even stupider than I thought, and I say that remembering that you didn’t know what Neosporin was.”

Cheap shot because he knew that Derek had never needed to use a first aid kit in his entire life, but he punched his kind-of-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend in the face not minutes ago, he was playing dirty. “I am not going to walk away while you march into assisted suicide in some stupid throwback to your brooding martyr days, okay, you have a house now–you have plants!”

For @scruffysterek because she was having exhausted dad!Derek feels. ♡

This is entirely Arnab’s fault, because he posted a picture of a hot dude wearing a flag speedo with these hilarious and fantastic tags. Thanks a lot, Arnab. This one’s for you. Everyone lives AU.

Derek presses the doorbell to the new Stilinski-McCall home, balancing the bowl of homemade potato salad in his arm. He can hear laughter and shouting, but there isn’t anyone coming to the door; after a moment of staring, Cora just rolls her eyes and pushes it open. They walk slowly through the empty house, Derek holding his potato salad in front of him like a shield.

“We’re all in the back, son!” Derek hears the Sheriff call warmly, and Derek walks into the backyard.

“Oh, thank you, Derek, I’ll just take that,” Melissa says, taking the potato salad and setting it on a nearby table. She’s wearing a maroon swimsuit and flicking water gently from her hair; the Sheriff is in plaid swim trunks turning burgers on the grill, Erica is sitting by the poolside, wearing a polka-dot bikini and giggling as Boyd spreads sunscreen on her back. Lydia is sunning herself on a nearby chair as Allison braids her hair, Kira and Isaac are in the midst of what looks like an epic pool-noodle battle and Stiles is dunking Scott below water.

Scott surfaces, laughing uproariously and splashes water at Stiles. He catches sight of Derek standing awkwardly by the table and shouts, “Derek! You made it! Didn’t I tell you it was gonna be a pool party, dude?”

“Er, no,” Derek says, shifting slightly in his jeans and t-shirt, tearing his eyes away from the water sluicing down Stiles’ neck. “You said it was a housewarming barbeque, so…”

There are a few cries of “aw, come on” and “Derek, you gotta join us!” from various members of the pack before Derek just throws his hands up and says “It’s fine, guys, really…”

Cora’s already peeled out of her shirt to reveal a bright blue swimsuit underneath. “What? I thought it was obvious it was a pool party!” she grins brightly at him, and promptly cannonballs herself into the pool, splashing water everywhere, including all over Derek’s jeans.

Scott pulls himself out of the pool. “You can totally borrow one of my mine, it’s totally cool,” he says, dragging Derek back into the house, up the stairs and into his bedroom. Scott rummages around in a chest of drawers and then tosses a scrap of something at him. It’s colorful and lurid, and what is it supposed to be, a handkerchief?

“What is this?” Derek glares at Scott, stretching the thing out.

I felt the urge to make some cover art for my Sterek story Extraordinary. It’s also my first Derek/Stiles manip :)

Story Summary: An awkward encounter with a man of few words in the laundry room of Stiles’s building sparks a chain of events that will change the way he sees the world forever. A little story about finding a place for oneself and someone to share that place with.